Up and out of bed after the double melatonin wore off. I like graveyard shifts. I just wish they weren’t at night.
Habs, after 18 games, are 12-5-1 for 25 points. Last year after 18 games they stood at 8-10 with 16 points.
No one should ever be surprised about whining from the Philadelphia Flyers. Every year they whine. It’s a fine whine. A whine that has matured over several decades, with a distinct smelly aroma that reminds a connoisseur of aging socks. The Philadelphia Flyers are the 99 cent Four Aces sherry me and the boys used to drink down by the tracks that invariably made us puke.
More on Philly whining after two more paragraphs.
My wife says Carey Price is the most handsome player in the league. But she’s not thrilled with the mustache.
Looks like I’m going to Toronto, Ottawa, and Orillia for two weeks next spring. But watching the Habs and writing about them daily is going to be tricky. But the show must go on so I’ll figure it out.
If PK Subban wasn’t cocky he wouldn’t be PK Subban, and then he wouldn’t win Rookie of the Year, or take over as blueline general with Andrei Markov out. Mike Richards and anyone else who wants to whine about PK not showing respect should please continue. In fact, we encourage it. Keep whining about PK, boys, it’s great to hear. It keeps me going in the middle of the night. And continue showing respect yourself by dishing out head shots, using sticks like axes, and crying like little babies who can’t find their mama’s teet.